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Cloak

 

If I could

I would wrap

my cloak

around you

to protect you

to keep you warm

to keep you safe.

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And when

you are gone

I will press

the dark cloth

to my face

and inhale

your scent

and feel you

close.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Bernard Lamotte

 

 
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Posted by on April 4, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Act dangerously

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Romantic that I am, I have a soft spot for Valentine’s Day.

Not so much for the exchange of cards, gifts and supper between those who are already lovers.  I can see the romance, the affirmation, the enchantment and the intimacy – I have fallen under its amorous spell often enough. Yet one can also almost smell the commercial cynicism at this time of the year.

No, I think what really makes February the fourteenth special is that it provides almost-strangers the perfect excuse and the ideal opportunity to flirt outrageously.

And to act dangerously.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Loui Jover

This is not a new post, but it has become almost a Valentine’s Day tradition for me to repost it around this time of year, to remind readers to be bold and to have fun.

 
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Posted by on February 12, 2018 in Still Life

 

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Next Best Thing

 

It was perpetual summer, richly fragrant with potent mary jane and pungent patchouli.

I was sixteen.

She was two years older – so far out of my league that she should never have even noticed me.  And yet somehow I was there, amazed at my good fortune, hopelessly in love with her, and in complete awe of her friends. They were ultra hip, achingly cool and comfortably rich.

Whereas I owned the Levi’s I stood up in, a couple of faded shirts, a borrowed guitar, and my notebook of spidery poems.

There was a gentle candle-lit dinner party in one of daddy’s spare houses.  The room was beamed and flagged and full of style and music. I was a pretty boy – an amusing novelty to wear like a trinket on her arm.  Although I never realised that at the time.

The conversation turned to views of what a perfect partner might be.  She waxed lyrical about what would excite her.  Intelligence, a sense of humour, a slim, slender physique, a writer, a revolutionary, a mass of golden curls, eyes that could both command and romance.  I swear she was looking at me. I thought she was talking about me.  I was young, proud and special.  I had smoked perhaps a little too much dope.

‘Thank you.’ I said, when she had finished.

There was moment of stunned silence before the table erupted with mocking laughter.  She reached across and patted my hand.

‘Oh, darling boy.  Did you think I meant you?’

I lowered my eyes, blushing fiercely, almost tearful at my own stupidity.

‘Don’t worry,’ she consoled me. ‘you are the next best thing.’  There was more laughter.

It was an instructive and humbling moment that I promised myself I would never forget.

It still lives on, all these years later, in my e-mail address:

nextthing@_________

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As I continue to go through pieces of my past, I found this. I first posted it in 2012 writing about a memory of my teens that never faded. I suspect we have all had moments like these in our formative years.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph by Matt Eaton

 
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Posted by on February 5, 2018 in Lovers Past, Still Life

 

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Black dresses

Art by Fabian Perez

 

I am not fond of Christmas

especially when it begins

so early

tacky and commercial

a festival of bad taste.

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And yet it is a season of parties

mistletoe kisses

flirtation and assignation

and lovely women

in sexy black dresses

and seriously seductive heels.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Fabian Perez

I wrote and posted this about the same time two years ago and also last year. It amused me so I have reposted it now.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Drawn to beauty

 

I cannot help

but be drawn to beauty

in literature

in art

in music.

 

In pure mountains

in endless deserts

in still lakes

in dark forests

in perfect silence.

 

In the ever-changing skies

and in the wild seas.

 

And in you

sweet angel.

So much in you.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Posted a couple of years ago – repeated because my love for beauty grows ever deeper.

Art by Andre Kohn

 
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Posted by on October 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Minor Tragedy

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

After all

no one was maimed

or tortured

or raped

or killed.

 

No one was

made homeless

without food

or shelter

or country.

 

No one was lost

forever

at sea.

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

Just two lovers

two hearts

two minds

two bodies

two souls

once joined

coming adrift.

 

But it still

hurt like fuck.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Diego Dayer

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Carry Fire

 

You probably won’t have heard this one – I only discovered it yesterday – it is off a brand new album released a couple of days ago.

It is by the legendary Led Zeppelin frontman Robert Plant who has being making great music all his life – he is now 70. If you like music of quality, depth and variety you should listen to his solo work.

“Carry Fire’ is the title track off his latest album. The song (one of longing, pain and perhaps regret) is an intoxicating mix of rock and Middle Eastern influences (which I adore). His extremely talented band – which includes fiddle player extraordinare Seth Lakeman – produce a track of considerable musical beauty and intense, restrained energy.

I am currently playing this on repeat and becoming more intoxicated by its hyponotic power on every listen.

Oh, and the video is a delight too.

(This is another of my irregular posts about songs I like that you might not know)

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‘Carry Fire’ written by © Plant, Adams, Baggot, Fuller, Smith, Tyson and performed by Robert Plant and the Sensational Shape Shifters

This post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 

CARRY FIRE

I sit and wait for you
Like so many others do
Just like they do for me
Well so I do for you

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

I was a stranger there
Inside your promised land
That turned me inside out
And turned me upside down

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you
Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you

I’m reaching out for you
Across the broken gate
I feel the gathering years
Beyond these lonely wastes

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you
Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2017 in Music

 

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